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20 cozy nct 💬ꕀ .*🍴

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jaehyun & jungwoo lover ♥︎

🍓 masterlist 🧴🧁 

5⭐️hotel room - jaehyun smut

evenings - domestic jaehyun

riding jaehyun

but at least i have the memory - jaehyun your military husband

afterhours - nct127 reaction

argument - nct127 reaction

dad diaries - nct127 reaction

owner of the house - nct127 reaction

bedtime - nct127 reaction

he's jealous - nct127 reaction

xo - nct127 reaction

daytime - nct127 reaction

[jaehyunkent]

we got each other 🫧 nct127 headcanons

taeyong

bf!taeyong ♡ﾟ who insists on brushing his teeth next to you in the bathroom, singing off-key while you roll your eyes. why? I just like being close he admits, and suddenly the mundane task feels intimate, his presence filling every corner of your morning.

bf!taeyong ♡ﾟ who drags you into a thrift store in brazil this is so your style!he says, holding up a jacket twice your size. you give him a serious look (29°C, not yours at all) but he just grins, ignoring you completely.

bf!taeyong ♡ﾟwho wakes you up at six to run along the han river, even though the sun hasn’t risen. he makes you put on sunscreen and a hood, fussing while he syncs your apple watch. you groan, but he just grins, tugging your hand and saying come on, it’ll be worth it

bf!taeyong ♡ﾟ who when you get back, he’s still sweaty but grinning like nothing happened. he pulls out his phone to check it and sees all the missed calls and messages from the 127 group chat. he freezes for a second, eyes wide, just staring at you with this shocked expression. you can’t help but laugh, tugging his arm gently, and he finally shakes his head, still smiling, muttering they're gonna kill me

johnny

bf!johnny ♡ﾟ who walks with you through a quiet park, fingers brushing until you finally hold hands. he points at a squirrel and laughs at your exaggerated squeal. dude he looks like doyoung tho

bf!johnny ♡ﾟwho at a small café, steals a bite of your pastry and winks. don’t mind sharing with me, right? he teases. you roll your eyes, but can’t hide your smile. even surrounded by tourists, it feels like you’re alone together.

bf!johnny ♡ﾟwho when you’re in the living room, scrolling on your phone sneaks up behind you and smacks your ass lightly. john you gasp, spinning around. he grins, hands resting on your waist, leaning close. can’t help it he whispers, giving a teasing little tug. you roll your eyes, but the warmth in his grin makes you melt anyway.

bf!johnny ♡ﾟwho carries you around with him at all his million hobbies. he grabs your hand and tugs you into a mini-golf inside course, grinning like a kid. you have to see my perfect swing he says. you miss completely, and he just laughs, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. don’t worry… i love seeing you try.

yuta

bf!yuta ♡ﾟwho at a tiny, cozy restaurant tucked in a quiet street in his hometown, he picks at a bite of his food and suddenly holds a piece out to you. try this he whispers, smiling as you roll your eyes and take it.

bf!yuta ♡ﾟwho always obeys your little requests. you sigh from the couch hey, can you grab me the water bottle? he moves instantly, handing it to you gently not even saying a word

bf!yuta ♡ﾟwho even on video calls, isn’t shy to send you kisses through the phone: you giggle as he puckers his lips, leaning toward the camera. for you baby he murmurs, and you blow one back, grinning as he pretends to catch it

bf!yuta ♡ﾟwho wants to hide from everyone when you, mark, and jungwoo call him yuta oppa! in public on purpose. he hides behind you, but you keep teasing him no but, yuta oppa should pay for dinner and he cant help but not completely disliking it (its usual coming from mark tho)

doyoung

bf!doyoung ♡ﾟwho when they are all choosing their roommates at the airbnb, (and as usual he is the last one to be chosen) rolls his eyes whenever you tease him, picking anyone but him. though everyone can see the smile he tries to hide. you call his name just to annoy him and he answers every time without fail what you grin nothing, you say, and he just shakes his head.

bf!doyoung ♡ﾟwho swears he hates pda but always ends up being the one reaching for your hand first, brushing your hair behind your ear and fixing your scarf when it’s cold.

bf!doyoung ♡ﾟwho sends you voice notes before bed, half asleep with that soft, deeper night voice. sometimes he just rambles about his day, sometimes he sings a little just for you. goodnight… don’t stay up too late he mumbles at the end.

bf!doyoung ♡ﾟwho gets dramatic whenever you get even a tiny scratch. why weren’t you more careful? he scolds while dabbing ointment on your hand like a medic. when you laugh, he sighs, quieter now, just… stay still, like all day, okay? you are always so energetic and he sighs as he hated it

jaehyun

bf!jaehyun ♡ﾟwho keeps random polaroids or photo booth scans of you in his wallet. some cute, some horrible, some so blurry they look like ghosts but he refuses to throw any away. they’re memories he says simply.

bf!jaehyun ♡ﾟwho steals your chapstick and swears he doesn’t, even though you catch him every time tossing into your bag. i don’t know what you’re talking about he lies, lips already glossy and healthy again.

bf!jaehyun ♡ﾟwho just feel so safe around you and keeps falling asleep on you. during movies. on long car rides. literally mid conversation. head on your lap, arms around your waist, gone. the members walk in like, again?? hyung seriously?? and they try to take off his earpods but you just smile and brush his hair back, quietly protecting his peace.

bf!jaehyun ♡ﾟwho presses the elevator button for you before you even ask. opens jars. carries your bags. ties your hoodie strings in a bow just to see you roll your eyes. he’s a gentleman without thinking about it. like his love is made of little actions rather than words.

bf!jaehyun ♡ﾟwho genuinely believes jenga can solve any conflict. argument about where to eat? jenga and the winner picks. who’s doing dishes? the loser of jenga (jungwoo hates it because he always loses) you’re mad at him because he was late again? baby… jenga and if he wins you're not allowed to be mad at him anymore . the members come over? he’s already stacking the blocks.

jungwoo

bf!jungwoo ♡ﾟwho hugs you from behind all the time. cooking? back hug. brushing your teeth? back hug. looking for something in your bag? back hug. he just really likes having his arms around you, chin settled on your shoulder like you belong to him.

bf!jungwoo ♡ﾟwho loves taking pictures of you. laughing, eating, sleeping in the car. when you ask him why, he just shrugs you’re cute all the time

bf!jungwoo ♡ﾟwho sends you 46 messages in a row about some random thing he saw. a cat wearing a sweater. a heart-shaped cloud. a video of puppies. PLS BABY ITS SOOO US *+ two poodles petting each other video*

bf!jungwoo ♡ﾟwho can’t fall asleep unless he’s touching you. hand in yours, arm over your waist, forehead against your shoulder. he tosses and turns until he finds you, then instantly relaxes like you’re his safe place.

mark

bf!mark ♡ﾟwho laughs at literally everything you say, not politely, but full on laughing with his whole body. why are you so funny?? he asks between giggles, like he genuinely can’t understand how you exist do you even know you exist?

bf!mark ♡ﾟwho double checks if you ate today. every day. did you actually eat or are you lying to me? what did you eat? no, snacks don’t count he says it while tying your shoelaces or zipping up your jacket because somehow he’s boyfriend and mom friend at the same time.

bf!mark♡ﾟ who writes your name on random things. his notebooks. his water bottle. the corner of his lyrics sheet. he is just so in love with you in every way possible

bf!mark ♡ﾟ who is unintentionally jealous. he doesn’t get mad, he just gets quiet and just look at you and your body reactions when jaehyun is helping you with how to play traditional korean game go and getting a bit closer to you

haechan

bf!haechan ♡ﾟ who steals bites of your food every chance he gets. you’re mid bite, and suddenly he’s taking a fry, grinning like it’s the best prank ever. when you fake scowl, he laughs so hard he almost chokes why?

bf!haechan ♡ﾟ who makes you race him to do literally anything first one to the couch gets the blanket! even if it’s dumb, he acts like it’s life or death. you’re giggling while running, and he’s grinning ear to ear

bf!haechan ♡ﾟ who mimics you just to see your reaction. you do something tiny like the way you sip your coffee, and suddenly he’s doing it back ove exaggerated and ridiculous. you glare but he’s laughing so hard it’s impossible to stay mad

bf!haechan ♡ﾟ who makes up dumb nicknames for you. some are ridiculous, some are sweet, but he never stops. c'm here muffin or some variant of your mis said name (like when he calls mark mel)

[jaehyunkent]

princess treatment 🫧 your nct127 boyfriend is so in love with you

johnny

he opens doors, pulls out chairs, carries your bag without asking. he’s the type to plan entire days around you: brunch at your favorite café, a slow walk through the city, then a drive at sunset with the windows down and his hand resting on your thigh.

he calls you my pretty girl in that cocky voice that makes your stomach flutter

at mornings, he pours your coffee before his own, just the way you like it, two sugars, a touch of cream and slides the mug into your hands like it’s something sacred.

taeyong

taeyong’s version of princess treatment is quiet, detailed, and deeply emotional. he doesn’t need to say much

his love shows up in tiny, perfect ways. he’ll notice if you’re cold before you do, draping his jacket around your shoulders. he’ll cook your favorite meal, decorate it with care, and place it in front of you with a shy smile.

he brushes your hair while you sit on the floor, hums softly when you’re half-asleep, and texts you reminders to eat when he’s away at military

dunnot forget to eat today, honey ´ര ᗜ ര` with that same kaomoji cause he is lee taeyong

yuta

he’ll take you shopping and insist you try on everything that catches your eye, smirking as he says if you like it, you should try it on but the real luxury is how present he is. when he looks at you, it’s like no one else exists.

he leads you into a late night diner and orders for you because he already knows what you’ll want.

his hand stays over yours on the table, thumb tracing slow, lazy circles as he just quietly look around the restaurant. when your food arrives, he cuts your burger in half for you, smirking. let me

doyoung

the two of you are grocery shopping. you reach for the top shelf, and before you can even stretch, doyoung’s already there, grabbing it for you with a quiet got it he’s a little bossy about the list

we’re getting only the healthy kind, no junk food, ya heard? but when he notices your pout, he sighs and drops your favorite snacks into the cart anyway.

at home, while he cooks, he hums under his breath. sit down and don’t touch anything he tells you. when dinner’s ready, he sets your plate in front of you, wiping his hands on a towel.

you're too spoiled by the way

jaehyun

flipping through a few pairs at prada, debating quietly with yourself. jaehyun is right behind you, hands in his pockets, calm as ever. he doesn’t hover, doesn’t push, but he’s paying attention his eyes flick to everything you do.

that one looks good he says softly, nodding toward a sleek black pair you hadn’t been sure about. it makes you pause. think so? you ask.

yeah he shrugs fits your face

and at mid trip stops when you and half the members are going to holidays, he makes sure you are warm since its freaking cold outside. goes inside the market and order you some food, and he just looks so soft with his glasses. as you and mark are already ordering some ice cream and paying with your boyfriends credit card.

jungwoo

jungwoo’s princess treatment is pure softness. he makes you feel adored just by how excited he gets to do things for you. sit down, baby, i’ll do it for you he’ll say, taking the grocery bags out of your hands.

he’ll bring you snacks, wrap you in a blanket burrito, and insist on watching your (his) favorite movie even if he’s seen it a dozen times. (dude it's obviously the incredibles for the ninth time)

you’re standing in front of the mirror, trying to pick what to wear, when jungwoo bursts in holding a headband. this! this one! he says dramatically, placing it on your head. you laugh, but he just beams. see? perfect. my princess.

mark

he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it half the time

e just loves taking care of you. he’ll hold your hand when crossing the street, carry your bag even if it’s small, and text you did you eat? like three times a day.

when you’re feeling low, he’ll order your favorite food and show up with it, sheepishly saying, you looked like you needed this he’ll play your favorite songs while you eat and do that little shy smile whenever you thank him. later, when you’re lying together, he’ll whisper you make it really easy to want to take care of you

then he sits beside you, playing with your hair until you drift off. you hear him whisper you're my whole world, you know that? just before you fall asleep

haechan

he spoils you in ways that make you laugh. he’ll call you my royal highness and kiss you hands when he brings you snacks or my spoiled baby when he tucks you in at night. but beneath all the teasing, he means every bit of it.

he’ll do your nails for fun, feed you bites of dessert, and grin proudly when you roll your eyes i know you love it he’ll say, kissing your cheek

and most important, he change his drink with yours if that matcha you ordered is way too earthy, even tho he doesn't like matcha he'll do it just to make you happy

gosh this taste awful by the way as you happily sip the caramel latte he orderer for himself

[jaehyunkent]

daytime 🫧 nct127 at slow mornings

taeyong

taeyong is the first to open his eyes. he doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t try to move too much, he just lies there for a while, staring at the ceiling. his body still heavy with exhaustion and the thought of getting up feeling almost impossible.

slowly, he turns his head toward you: you’re still fast asleep, breathing softly and steadily, and the sight of you calms him, almost giving him an excuse to stay still a little longer.

but the silence feels too big, so with a lazy reach he grabs the remote from the nightstand and presses a button without lifting his head from the pillow.

the tv flickers to life, filling the room with that faint bluish glow, the sound lowered until it’s barely a whisper. he shifts onto his side, still wrapped in the sheets, eyes half-focused on the screen, not caring what’s on (maybe a variety show, a rerun of a drama, or the morning news) it’s just background noise to soften the quiet.

every so often, his gaze drifts back to you to make sure you’re still undisturbed, and if you move even slightly in your sleep he lowers the volume more, careful not to wake you.

when your arm stretches out unconsciously across the bed, he catches your hand gently, brushing his thumb over your fingers before his attention returns to the tv. you shift and mumble something in your sleep, barely opening your eyes

what are you doing… it’s so early your voice groggy and soft, and taeyong leans a little closer, whispering back with a small smile

nothing, go back to sleep… i’ll be right here then he lets you sink back into dreams while he stays there, half-awake and half-dreaming himself, the glow of the screen keeping him company as the dark room holds you both.

johnny

the first thing you hear is an exaggerated, almost theatrical groan as johnny stretches out like a giant cat taking up half the bed. his long arms spread wide as if he’s trying to hug the whole world, and his legs end up nudging you gently toward the edge. his eyes are still closed, but he’s already laughing to himself, that low, contagious chuckle breaking the calm of the morning.

you snore too much… he mutters in a raspy voice, tossing the accusation at you without even looking. you stare at him in disbelief, because you know perfectly well he was the one snoring like a train all night, but before you can argue he cracks one eye open, grins mischievously, and shrugs as if he knows you’ll never win against him.

later, you both end up in the living room having breakfast in your pajamas, sharing the couch while laughing at whatever nonsense shows up on the morning program. johnny, holding his giant cup of coffee, makes sarcastic comments about the commercials until you burst out laughing, trying to eat in peace.

once you’re done, he jumps up with fresh energy, as if breakfast had been rocket fuel, and suddenly he’s checking a lamp, fixing a wobbly chair, or finally dealing with that drawer that’s been stuck for weeks.

he moves around, tangled between makeshift tools and his own clumsy height, but with such serious concentration it makes you laugh.

see? who needs a handyman when you’ve got me? he says proudly, even as you watch him struggle for ten whole minutes with a tiny screw.

yuta

you realize yuta is already awake because you can feel his breath against your hair, steady and calm. there’s no sound from the tv or his phone, just that comfortable silence that only happens when someone chooses to stay still with you.

when you open your eyes a little, you catch him looking at you. his hair is messy, strands falling across his forehead, and his eyes are still puffy from sleep. he gives you the smallest smile, the kind that feels sweeter than any words.

good morning… he murmurs, his voice rough and heavy with sleep. he doesn’t make any sudden moves, doesn’t try to get up, just reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and stays close.

did you sleep well? he asks softly, almost in a whisper. a few minutes pass without either of you saying much, and he simply stays there, absentmindedly playing with your fingers or brushing his hand along your arm, as if there’s no rush for the day to begin.

doyoung

when you open your eyes, the bed is already half empty. the silence of the room contrasts with the little sounds drifting in from the kitchen: glasses clinking, wrappers tearing open, water being poured into a cup.

it’s doyoung, always the early riser, already in the middle of his morning ritual of supplements and vitamins that look like they came from another planet.

as soon as you appear at the doorway, he looks at you with a mix of seriousness and tenderness.

did you take your probiotics? he asks, like your personal doctor, and before you can even answer he’s already handing you a glass filled with some strange cloudy liquid. you sniff it cautiously, take a sip, and instantly make a face at the bitter taste, which only makes him smile in satisfaction, as if he secretly enjoys watching you suffer a little just to know you’re being taken care of.

you sit at the table, still half-asleep, while he moves around naturally sweeping up a few crumbs from last night, adjusting the chairs with precision, pulling open the curtains to let in the soft morning light.

with every small task, the whole house seems to fall into order. as he does it, he talks about the day ahead; the grocery run, a bill to pay, some errand to run, and you listen with your head resting in your hand, like the two of you are casually planning out a married couple’s agenda.

breakfast is simple, maybe a hot soup or rice with vegetables, but he prepares it with his own touch: humming under his breath to a nostalgic ballad he heard yesterday, his smooth voice filling the kitchen effortlessly. every now and then he pauses to glance at the morning news playing on tv, letting out a soft laugh at how ridiculous some story sounds.

when he finally serves the food, he sits across from you, though he never really stays still, constantly getting up to check if your cup is full, if there’s enough to drink on the table, if the coffee is still hot.

and you, as you eat, find yourself lost in the comfort of it all, eyes drifting toward the tv, as if nothing else in the world exists except this shared routine.

jaehyun

when you open your eyes, jaehyun is still lying on his back, staring at the ceiling with a distant expression.

the moment he notices you’re awake, he turns his head toward you and smiles with that quiet calm of his.

morning he murmurs, his voice low and gentle. soon his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair slowly, teasing you as you try to push him away, both of you laughing under your breath until he hides his face in your neck for a second, his voice still rough from sleep.

after a while he gets up, moving toward the kitchen in slow, dragging steps, sleeping clothes hanging loose on him. you hear the fridge door open, the sound of things being moved around, and then the clatter of a pan as he starts improvising breakfast with no real plan.

from the table you watch him taste something straight from the pan with a spoon, only to make a funny face because it’s way too hot. and then you pretend you didn't watch him touch his bare feet with his hands and return to doing the stew.

don’t say anything he warns, pointing the spoon at you while you’re already laughing. meanwhile, he puts on some soft music from his phone, humming along without realizing it as he moves easily between the stove and the table, filling the space with a comfortable, homey atmosphere, as if this had always been your routine.

when he finally sits with you, he rests his elbow on the table, chin in his hand, just looking at you in silence for a long moment before breaking it with a comment that sounds far too serious for such a simple morning.

jungwoo

jungwoo wakes up with his hair an absolute mess, strands sticking out in every direction like he spent the whole night wrestling with the pillow.

the moment his eyes open, that bunny-like smile appears instantly, bright enough to light up even a gray morning.

good morning, love~ he sings in a playful tone, dragging out the last word like it’s part of an improvised melody. before you can even answer, he’s already bouncing out of bed with ridiculous energy for someone who just woke up, mumbling something about making breakfast and nearly crashing into the door on his way out.

i want a berry smoothie he says in english, waving his arms dramatically. in the kitchen he’s still in his loose clothes, the top slipping a little off his shoulder, making him look even softer.

he hums a song under his breath, switching the rhythm every two seconds because he forgets the lyrics to mark’s 1999 and just makes up his own.

he’s so lost in his little world that he doesn’t notice when he opens the milk and pours it wrong, ending up with a puddle all over the table.

ahhh nooo! he cries out dramatically, as if he just committed a culinary crime. you can’t help laughing, covering your mouth as you watch him trying to wipe it up with the sleeve of his pajama without thinking too much.

jungwoo turns toward you with the face of a kid caught red handed, then shrugs and lets out a nervous laugh that quickly spreads to you too.

well… he says, raising an eyebrow, smoothie with extra milk on the floor? you end up helping him, both of you doubled over with laughter as you clean the mess, though he still insists on carefully placing fresh blueberries slices in your glass, looking at you proudly as if he just cooked a five-star hotel banquet.

ta-daaah~ romantic breakfast he announces, handing you the spoon with a theatrical flourish.

mark

the first thing you hear is the soft tapping of something against the nightstand: it’s mark, half asleep, blindly feeling for his phone without opening his eyes.

when he finally finds it, he stays still for a few seconds, the screen lighting up his face, messy hair falling over his eyes, wearing that confused puppy expression he always has when he wakes up.

mmm… good morning… he murmurs, his voice raspy and low, almost a sigh rather than a greeting. he stretches clumsily, bumping his arm into you and ending up hugging you by accident, as if he doesn’t have the energy to move properly.

finally he gets up, dragging his slippers across the floor, disappearing toward the kitchen. a few minutes later, you hear strange noises: first the microwave beeping, then a drawer slamming shut, followed by an oops and his nervous laugh.

when you peek, you see him in pajamas, his hoodie way too big, trying to make coffee and toast at the same time.

baby he whines don’t look yet, it’s a surprise he says, though his tone betrays that he has no idea what he’s doing.

he ends up bringing you an improvised breakfast: slightly burnt toast, cereal in an enormous bowl, and two orange juices with different amounts because he mixed up the cups. you sit together at the table, him talking between bites of cereal about a melody he dreamt of, humming it messily, while you watch him, completely enchanted. every now and then, he lifts his eyes from the bowl just to smile at you like you’re the nicest detail of the whole morning.

you know… he says, playing with the spoon i like starting the day with you

even if the toast is kinda burnt you reply, laughing. he lowers his head, pretending to be offended, then looks at you again with that tenderness that melts you completely.

excuse me?

haechan

from the moment you open your eyes, he’s already clinging to your arm, as if he spent the whole night watching over your sleep. he seems half-asleep, breathing slowly against your neck, but you know he’s faking it: that barely hidden smirk gives him away.

don’t leave me, please… he murmurs in a raspy, just-woke-up voice, holding you against him like you’re the air he needs to live. his hug is so warm that for a moment you think about giving in and staying there forever.

haechan, let go… i need to pee you push him gently, but he only whines like a little kid and clings tighter. you end up half standing, and he, half asleep and half grinning, drags himself along with you to the bathroom without letting go of your hand.

no way i’m letting you go he jokes between yawns.

in front of the mirror, he automatically takes his side of the sink while you hurriedly wash your face. he leans on the marble, hair messy, t-shirt crooked, eyes puffy, squeezing toothpaste like it’s a couple’s ritual you two have somehow established.

you can barely hold back laughter as you watch him yawn exaggeratedly, then look at you in the mirror with that mischievous smile.

you look awful in the mornings… you say, drying your face.

and i still love you even when you look awful in the mornings… he responds immediately, mouth full of foam, making you burst into laughter.

the routine, which should be simple, feels like a little choreography you’ve learned together: you reaching for the towel, him taking it away just to dry himself first, you nudging him to get your space back, him leaning in again to plant a stolen kiss on your soapy cheek.

[jaehyunkent]

xo 🫧 nct127 confessing to you

taeyong

it was a quiet tuesday afternoon at the recording studio. you were going over arrangements for the group’s upcoming album, headphones hanging around your neck, gray hoodie, notebook messy with scribbles and arrows. taeyong leaned over the console, pointing at a few levels with that laser focused expression of his. the other producer of the team was still lounging on the couch, scrolling his phone, waiting for his uber.

i think the chorus needs a little more shine here he said, serious as ever, fingers adjusting a knob.

you nodded, jotting down a note. yeah, you’re right. but if we push it too much, jaehyun’s voice could get buried

taeyong raised a brow, the corner of his lips twitching into a rare sideways smile. mm… then let’s keep it balanced. the instrumental needs to stand out, right?

the hours slipped by in a mix of sound checks, teasing remarks about your melody choices, and bursts of laughter that lightened the room. months of working side by side had slowly turned a professional routine into something warmer coffee runs, late night conversations, and the kind of comfort that only came with time since it was not your first time working with their albums.

at one point, while the software was processing, taeyong leaned back in his chair, watching you.

hey… do you...always overwork yourself?

you smiled, shrugging it off. someone’s gotta make sure everything sounds right

the silence that followed wasn’t heavy, it was steady, taeyong took a breath, steadying himself. if it’s not too much… there’s something i want to say

you turned to him, caught off guard by the seriousness in his eyes. yeah?

he hesitated only for a second, then leaned forward. i like you he said plainly, gaze locking with yours. not just as a friend. as something more. i’ve been waiting for the right time to say it, and… i don’t want to wait anymore.

your chest tightened. it was taeyong, for sure

a soft laugh escaped you, half nervous, half thrilled.

wow… i wasn’t expecting that you slipped the headphones fully off, setting them aside so all your focus was on him. but… i’m glad you told me

he chuckled quietly, scratching the back of his neck, looking both embarrassed and relieved. really? because… if you’d said no, i was ready to just pretend i never opened my mouth.

it’s not that you said gently, leaning a little closer with a small smile. it just caught me off guard. but i like your honesty.

taeyong’s expression softened, his smile warmer now, eyes lingering on you.

so… does this mean we can try this out?

you nodded, heart racing. yeah… we can

his hand brushed your arm lightly, just a subtle touch, but enough to make your chest flutter. good he murmured, before turning back to the console. still, his eyes kept flicking back to you, like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

johnny

it was a saturday in seoul, and johnny had dragged you out for lunch at a small café near your neighborhood. you’d been living in the city for a few months now, still getting used to the endless streets, but it felt easier with him beside you.

he walked with his hands tucked in his pockets, slowing his long strides to match yours.

looks different, doesn’t it? you asked as you passed an old bookstore.

yeah… i used to know the owner he said, his grin lopsided, the kind of smile he rarely gave anyone else.

the afternoon slipped into stories of chicago, of the park you both used to walk through, the café where you always ordered the same drinks. even here, in a whole new city, being with him felt the same like nothing had really changed.

you found yourselves in a small park, sitting on a bench as the sky dimmed and the city lights flickered on. kids were still running around, their laughter echoing faintly. johnny stayed quiet, gaze fixed on the distance.

y/n… he said suddenly, and your heart skipped. his voice wasn’t teasing this time.

what? you asked, tilting your head toward him.

he ran a hand through his hair, a small tell of nerves. i’ve been holding onto something. i’ve known it for a long time, but i think you should know it too.

your brows furrowed, a smile tugging at your lips. what are you talking about?

he laughed softly, but it didn’t quite hide his nerves. about me. about how i feel about you. i think i knew back in chicago already… i just never had the courage to say it. his voice grew steadier as he went on, eyes finally meeting yours. i like you. i’ve always liked you. and these months here with you… walking, laughing, being around you, it just made it even clearer. i can’t keep it to myself anymore

the air felt thicker, the sounds of the park blurring as his words sank in.

you blinked at him, breath caught. johnny…

he gave you a small, nervous grin, shoulders lifting like he was bracing for rejection.

i don’t expect you to answer right now. i just… i needed you to know. because i want to be with you, if you’ll let me.

the city didn’t feel so overwhelming anymore. with him sitting there, looking at you like that, it almost felt like home.

yuta

the set was buzzing as usual, but in the dressing room it was quieter—just you, your assistant and yuta, your brush moving carefully as you fixed his makeup for the next scene. he leaned back in the chair, his trademark grin tugging at his lips.

can you make my brows look a little less dramatic today? he asked, raising one brow with exaggerated flair.

you laughed softly, brushing carefully. dramatic, but not too much. got it

he chuckled low, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. mm… you always know how to make me look good and you just thought to yourself he always looks good

that was always how it went, small banter, inside jokes, conversations that spiraled from movies to music to silly debates. over time, the routine had shifted, the easy laughs starting to feel heavier with something unspoken.

one late evening, when most of the crew had gone home and you were packing up your kit, yuta leaned back in his chair, watching you with that mix of playfulness and sincerity only he could pull off.

hey he started, voice lower than usual. i don’t want to mess this up, but… i like you. really. it’s been on my mind for a while.

your hands froze mid–movement, heart racing. his delivery was confident, but the way his smile softened told you it was more than a casual confession.

yuta… you breathed, your lips tugging into a nervous smile. i… didn’t see that coming

he laughed quietly, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers against yours on the table. so, does that mean i get to keep trying to impress you every day?

doyoung

the set was almost empty now. most of the staff had left to the main office, the bright lights dimmed to a warmer glow. papers were scattered across the table where you and doyoung had been rehearsing lines, highlighter still in your hand.

i think we should switch the order of the opening lines you muttered, focused on your notes.

mm he hummed vaguely.

you raised an eyebrow, smiling. well that’s not an answer

he laughed softly but didn’t add more, fingers fiddling with the cap of his pen. he looked… distracted. not his usual sharp, quick–to–correct self.

setting the script down, you leaned forward. you're acting weird today

he exhaled, hands clasped together as if grounding himself. after a moment, his eyes lifted to yours, holding steady. i’ve been keeping something to myself. and if i don’t say it now, i don’t think i ever will.

you blinked. keeping what?

his voice was quiet, but firm. i like you. not just as a friend or colleague. you make everything feel easier, even the long, exhausting days. i’ve thought about what it could mean for us, since we're working together, but i can’t keep pretending anymore.

the studio felt impossibly still, his words hanging between you.

he gave a nervous laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. maybe i ruined the mood…forget it

jaehyun

the night had fallen by the time you, jaehyun, and jungwoo left the park. the car hummed softly along the road, city lights spilling through the window as you dozed off in the backseat.

jungwoo leaned forward, voice low. hyung… are you gonna tell her soon?

jaehyun’s eyes stayed on the road, but a faint smile tugged at his lips. he nodded once, quietly.

jungwoo smirked. she likes you too, you know. i can tell.

a soft laugh left jaehyun’s throat, almost shy. hope so

after dropping jungwoo off, the car fell into silence, just you breathing softly beside the window. jaehyun stole glances at you, memorizing the way you looked so peaceful. something about you disarmed him completely.

by the time he pulled up to your street, you stirred awake, rubbing your eyes. did jungwoo get home already? you mumbled.

yeah he said gently, giving you a small smile.

when you stepped out, arms full of bags from the day, jaehyun quickly followed. wait he blurted, his hand tightening slightly around something hidden behind his back.

you turned, curious.

he took a breath, then met your eyes with quiet determination. you know...being with you feels easy, like i don’t have to be anyone else. you make me feel like myself.”

then, almost shyly, he brought out a bouquet of flowers he’d been hiding all along. will you be my girlfriend?

your hands flew to your mouth, laughter bubbling out with disbelief and joy. jae… where did you even—did jungwoo help you with this?

his smile widened, warmer than you’d ever seen. and you knew you wouldn’t forget that night.

jungwoo

the house smelled like cookies. you’d been close friends with jungwoo’s older sister for years, so being here felt natural. his mom had stepped out, his sister was glued to her drama in the kitchen while eating a snack, and you sat in the living room while jungwoo set up a board game.

hey, that’s cheating! you accused, pointing at his suspicious move.

he pouted playfully. what do you mean? that was strategic genius.

these small encounters had become routine; him popping up whenever you visited, the easy bickering, his mom treating you like family. but today, his attention lingered on you longer, you were reading some random magazine at the coffee table, the game forgotten.

when the room was finally quiet, he leaned closer, fiddling with his fingers. hey… i need to tell you something.

you raised a brow. if you’re about to ask for something, the answer’s no.

he laughed nervously, scratching his neck. no, it’s not that. it’s just… i like you. not for long, but… enough that i couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. BUT !! please don’t tell my sister i said this.

you blinked, surprised but amused. oh? really?

his bunny smile appeared, a little shy. yeah. i don’t know if the timing’s right, but i couldn’t hold it in. just be quiet

you nudged him playfully, grinning. almost louder you’re an idiot. how’d you think i wouldn’t notice? making his sister turn to look at both just...same bro

he laughed, shoulders finally relaxing,

mark

the day had drained you. you were curled up on your couch when your phone buzzed: dude, are you okay? want me to come over? mark. without thinking, you said yes.

minutes later, he showed up, sneakers half untied, smile soft as he sank onto the couch beside you. hey… wanna talk about it or…?

you shook your head, embarrassed. it’s nothing. just a bad day

he placed a hesitant hand on your back, warm and steady. mm… you know you can tell me anything, right?

you sighed, and slowly, the words spilled out the stress, the little frustrations. he listened, nodding, cracking light jokes that made you smile despite yourself. at one point, he murmured very focused at his words y'know...sometimes you just gotta leave it all to god and you couldn’t help chuckling.

the room felt lighter. and then he shifted closer, taking your hand gently. hey… there’s something i’ve been holding back...listen...dude really listen...i'm in love with you. i have for a while. not just because you’re strong or incredible at what you do—though you are—but because you’re you. i admire you. i care about you.”

you froze, a smile breaking through your nerves. mark… i don’t know what to say. but… i’m glad you told me. i was waiting for this moment

he laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

did i take too long?

the two of you sank deeper into the couch, laughter mingling with the quiet. and just like that, the weight of the day faded, replaced with warmth that felt like it had been waiting all along.

haechan

weekend afternoons at haechan’s place had already become a tradition. he always invited his friends and you, of course, and the apartment turned into full laughter and noise.

as soon as you walked in, like always, you took off your sneakers and slipped into haechan’s slippers, which he always left lying around on purpose near the entrance.

mine now you announced proudly, sliding your feet into them.

he just gave you that mischievous side smile you knew so well, and jaemin burst out laughing from the couch. you two look like a married couple he said, still laughing.

the rest of the afternoon went by with video games, jokes, takeout food, and endless laughter. over time, jeno and jisung joined in too, like almost every saturday. it was routine by now: everyone together, until exhaustion took over after a few beers

the night went on, and as always, you and the other boys, as usual, were resigned to sleep on the floor with half your back resting against the couch or in any surface available, while haechan disappeared comfortably into his bed.

he always did it without the slightest bit of remorse.

lee donghyuck your sofa is just so uncomfortable! jeno yelled as he watched haechan walk away.

but that night was different.

y/n, come you heard his voice from the hallway.

you let out a tired sigh, setting your phone aside just as you were about to give in to sleep. what do you want now, haechan? i have to take advantage of jisung being asleep to steal his—

you opened the door to his room, ready to complain a little more, but went silent when you saw what he had prepared. two pillows, two blankets, and the lights of the room glowing in a warm, cozy tone, almost as if he had planned it all day.

let’s sleep together he said bluntly, slipping into the bed first, like it was the most natural thing in the world. i want to share my bed tonight.

you stared at him in disbelief. uh… i think i’ll just sleep in the living room you muttered, turning toward the door.

but before you could take a step, you felt his hand gently catch your arm, firm enough to stop you.

isn’t it obvious? he said, that ironic half-smile on his lips.

what?

i want to sleep with you. i want to be with you, a day isn’t enough he replied, as if he were saying the most casual thing, though the gleam in his eyes betrayed him.

your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t help but smile softly. haechan…

he shrugged, keeping his gaze on you. everyone thinks we’re already dating.

your nervous laugh filled the room, trying to lighten the mood. wouldn’t it be weird? what do you think they’ll say tomorrow when they see me coming out of your room?

he rolled his eyes and sank against the pillow, as if your comment was the least important thing. they’ll just say they finally realized the obvious he said teasingly.

you looked at him, half surprised and half amused, and before you could reply, he held out his hand to you.

let’s make it official, mm? he said in a softer tone this time, the smile still on his lips but carrying a sincerity that left no room for doubt.

[jaehyunkent]

he's jealous 🫧 your nct127 boyfriend gets jealous when you’re close to another member

taeyong

the air conditioning was strong and everyone was scattered around the living room watching a movie. you ended up sitting next to johnny on the couch, sharing a (big ass) blanket. he had that natural calm, carefully offering you popcorn.

you want more? he asked, holding the bowl towards you.

yes, thanks you replied, taking a few not even smiling.

taeyong, from the other couch, couldn’t take his eyes off you. every laugh of yours, every comment from johnny that made you smile, burned inside him in a way he couldn’t ignore. his brows furrowed slightly, and his hands pressed on his knees for a moment before relaxing.

finally, he stood up with a clumsy excuse.

hey, it’s cold, right? he said, walking straight to the couch where you two were. without waiting for a response, he plopped down right next to you, sliding under the blanket with you. he was not always the jealous type, but today

taeyong, do you want some space?

no taeyong replied, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. his tone sounded casual, but the gesture was anything but subtle.

you tried to hide it with a little laugh, but you could feel the tension in the air. every time johnny tried to say something, taeyong would answer first, gently interrupting, not leaving you alone for a second. in the end, johnny just leaned to the other side, understanding the message.

when the movie ended and everyone got up, taeyong still didn’t let go, looking at you with pursed lips and murmuring almost childishly:

i don’t like you being so close to him.

johnny

you had always seemed to click perfectly with mark; your playful personality and mark’s easygoing nature made you inseparable.

that morning you went to the hotel café, leaving a note for johnny: i’ll be downstairs at the café with mark! love you, handsome. when johnny came down, he found you building a huge spiderman lego with mark, laughing and chatting about the spiderverse.

am i interrupting something? johnny said, sitting next to you. taking a sip from your iced coffee

you nervously fixed your hair, aware of his steady, warm gaze.

hi love… mark and i bought this lego yesterday, i stayed up all night to… you didn’t even finish your sentence when johnny already had his hand on yours.

hurry up, we have things to do, just us he whispered, without mark hearing, though he did and just laughed while putting the pieces away.

your heart raced a little; mark already putting back the pieces to the box

dude it's okay, you can hang out mark just said with a smile a little bit embarrassed.

yuta

you had gone for a walk in a park after recording. you walked beside taeyong, laughing at something he said, while yuta was a few steps behind, watching with a slight frown. every time you leaned toward taeyong to hear better, yuta pressed his lips together, trying not to show his discomfort.

finally, yuta quickened his pace to catch up and positioned himself beside you.

hey… can we talk for a second? his voice was low and serious, full of sincerity.

sure you replied, a little worried while fixing your jacket and hairstyle

isn’t it obvious that i don’t like you being so close to taeyong hyung? he asked, in a casual tone while removing your hand to fix your hair himself.

i thought you were mad at me, you hadn’t spoken to me this whole time you said, pouting.

yuta just smiled guilty, a little nervous, gently adjusting your hair im sorry baby girl, i think i just got a little jealous

doyoung

the wind carried laughter and sweet smells of cotton candy. you were with johnny, riding bumper cars, laughing while he tried to bump into you dramatically.

johnny, careful! you shouted, laughing don’t be so rough. i'm a girl!

got it he replied with a confident smile.

from another car, doyoung watched you with crossed arms and a frown. every laugh of yours made his discomfort grow; it was obvious that your fun with johnny bothered him more than he could admit.

when the ride ended, he got off the car and approached with determined steps.

what the hell are you doing? his firm, angry tone contrasted with the cheerful music of the park you seemed to have more fun with him than with me.

doyoung, it’s just a game… it's not big deal you tried to soften it, giving him a playful nudge.

it's not funny snapped back, crossing his arms, his insistent gaze and frown leaving no room for discussion.

jaehyun

it was the usual rotating dinner, but this time at his apartment, with warm lights hanging from the ceiling, you sat between mark and haechan, who were excitedly discussing what their nicknames would be if they joined culinary class wars 2.

ice cream goddess haechan said, pointing at you with a mischievous smile.

you laughed, leaning toward them and playing with the can of sofa now empty, enjoying the light energy of the conversation. at that moment, jaehyun sat in front of you, placing the plates down with a firm thud. the sound made everyone turn, and you felt his presence suddenly fill the room.

honey, can you help me clean the kitchen? he said in a low, firm but soft tone, making you smile involuntarily as you nodded.

be right back, guys you said, and you heard his barely audible whisper: oh, you won’t

as you walked to the kitchen, you felt the warmth of his gaze on you. he was carefully finishing organizing everything, his movements measured and elegant, and when you entered, you looked at him, surprised.

jaehyun, but… did you already clean up?

i know… it was just an excuse he replied, resting his hand on your waist and looking at you with that intense calm that always disarmed you.

jungwoo

you were on a weekend vacation, having dinner at sunset in a restaurant with a view of the sea. the breeze carried smells of salt and wet wood, and the sky painted golden and orange tones above the table. you were next to him, serving him some food while noticing he was holding his stomach, uncomfortable.

baby, does your belly hurts? you asked carefully, concerned.

i don’t feel well he replied, with a sigh heavier than the sunset light. he rested his head on the table for a few minutes, closing his eyes, and you gently stroked his arm, wishing he felt better. oh my poor little boy

when he finally decided to go back to the hotel, declining your offer to accompany him, you felt a little pinch of sadness.

take a tylenol when you get to the room, okay? you whispered, rubbing his back before letting him go.

his slow steps and slightly annoyed but tender expression as he walked to the car, now that the car was slowly moving

you’re mean… i thought you’d come with me he murmured, rolling down the window for you to see his face.

get better, jungwoo! jaehyun and doyoung shouted from afar, and you just sighed, knowing that even though he was upset, he didn't wanted to let you know he got jealous

mark

you had been in front of the computer for almost five hours, playing overwatch with haechan and jeno. the keyboard clicked constantly, and the screen light illuminated your focused face.

dinner’s ready! mark shouted from the door, breaking your concentration.

innaminit! you replied, not taking your eyes off the screen.

you’ve been at it for five hours, and haechan, as usual, has nothing to do with his life and is dragging you along mark said, disconnecting your headphones abruptly.

hey! you protested, frowning as you turned to him.

come on, pay attention to me, will you? he said, clearly annoyed but holding back, that edge in his voice showing how much he cared.

you got up, resigned but amused, and walked to the kitchen. as you did, you felt his gaze on your back, a mix of pride and subtle jealousy making you smile inwardly.

haechan

it was a sunny morning at the local market, among smells of freshly baked bread and fruits. you held haechan’s hand, enjoying a cold strawberry smoothie while exploring the stalls.

jungwoo, laughing, appeared running as usual to steal you from his side.

hey, look at this! he said, guiding you to a stall where jaehyun was already laughing and taking photos of a hairless old dog wearing winter clothes.

haechan didn’t take long to catch up, rolling his eyes dramatically as only he could.

you didn’t have permission to steal her he said, walking faster to get ahead, passing an arm around your shoulder and planting loud kisses on your cheek.

jaehyun and jungwoo stayed behind, watching haechan lead you through the crowd with small playful nudges and intense looks.

woah, this guy… jungwoo said, laughing at the scene, while jaehyun observed the little dog and his baby who now appeared and took pictures alongside him.

haechan, for his part, enjoyed the mix of jealousy feeling that every gesture of his confirmed you were only his, even though it all happened lightly and playfully.

[jaehyunkent]

dad diaries 🫧 nct127 as dads

taeyong

the supermarket wasn’t exactly exciting, but with taeho, even the weekly shopping felt lighter and somehow fun. he sat in the cart, tiny hands gripping the bar, wiggling his little feet, eyes wide and sparkling as he looked around at all the colors, lights, and shapes.

daddy, yogurt he said, pointing with his finger toward the fridge aisle, saying it as if it were the most important thing in the world.

taeyong let out a soft, warm laugh, the kind that always made everything around him feel calmer. yes, yogurts for my little one he said, steering the cart carefully toward while you walked beside him, picking out packed cheese and greek yogurt, occasionally lifting taeho slightly so he could see over the shelves. he followed every movement of his dad’s hands, his little head tilting from side to side in curiosity.

daddy! he suddenly exclaimed, pointing at a boxed key lime pie with excitement, eyes shining.

oh? isnt this? you said, smiling as you gently placed the box in the cart.

mmm…taeho, this still doesn’t look yummy, try picking something else he added playfully, giving his hair a soft ruffle while taeho leaned forward to examine the pastries more closely. and you just burst into laughter

johnny

johnny was sitting on the floor, his little girl perched on his lap, tiny hands grasping a dice before dropping it clumsily onto the table.

five! jungwoo exclaimed from beside them, clapping like jieun had just won a championship and so all the other boys followed him. the little girl giggled and repeated, fifeee! in her high-pitched, excited voice.

you sat beside johnny, arms open to catch jieun as she leaned into you, nestling in your lap while johnny carefully rearranged the game pieces. the room was filled with soft laughter and the tiny clatter of dice and game pieces. jieun reached for some more dice and started towering them, proudly showing them to you. look, mommy! she said. johnny peeked over her shoulder, smiling warmly. that’s so cool, princess he said, gently kissing her cheek

yuta

yichan, do you want the dinosaur one or the car one? yuta asked, crouching down to meet his son’s eye level. yichan studied both carefully, little fingers tapping the cardboard designs before finally pointing at the dinosaur.

daddy, do you know how to fly a kite? he asked as you all walked toward the edge of the beach, tiny toes sinking in the warm sand.

not really buddy, your mom will teach us yuta said, taking your hand gently while keeping the other on yichan’s shoulder to steady him on the uneven sand.

exactly yichan, the most important tip is to get it up really fast you added pointing the other kites flying around the sunset, showing him how to release the string slowly while holding the kite steady. yichan’s face lit up, a huge grin spreading as he ran along the shallow waterline, tiny feet kicking sand everywhere. mommy i'm so excited!

doyoung

as doyoung was watching some of his tv shows, dongpyo sat on the floor with a small set of modeling clay, shaping little animals and dragons with concentration. doyoung knelt in front of him, gently molding a green and red dragon.

like this, see dongpyo? he said patiently, shaping the dragon’s head. and now we put in the eyes.

sweetheart, can you wash dongpyo’s hands? it’s time to eat you called softly.

yes, mommy he said, and dongpyo ran off toward the bathroom on his own, proud of his independence. doyoung watched him go with a small smile, thinking about how fast he was growing. when he returned he's growing so fast

you shared a warm, quiet lunch together, dongpyo babbling about dragons and little stories he invented while doyoung listened and laughed, the kitchen filled with soft chatter and the comforting smell of food.

jaehyun

jaehyun was cutting fruit at the kitchen counter while yunah sat perched on the edge, absorbed in her little notebook and crayolas

daddy, do you like superman? she asked, still focused on her drawing. jaehyun nodded softly, smiling. i do

here you go, sweetheart he said, handing her a plate of mixed fruit. she smiled, dimples appearing just like his.

thank you, daddy she said, balancing carefully while eating, making jaehyun instinctively place his hands behind her back to steady her.

i drew you as superman! she exclaimed, holding up her small notebook with a drawing that had short hair just like his.

mmm… i love it, that's so sweet, let me put it here he said, turning to place it on the fridge with a small magnet.

yunah, did your daddy cut you some fruit yet? you ask from the other room as she just smile at jaehyun, that same shy smile like his.

jungwoo

it was sunday afternoon, the house smelling faintly of fresh laundry still drying. jungwoo sat on the living room carpet with jiwoo on his lap, helping her fit the large pieces of a colorful puzzle.

it goes here, see? he said softly, pointing to a corner. jiwoo frowned in concentration until it fit perfectly.

daddy, i can do it myself she said, trying to climb off his lap. jungwoo just pointed to her as she just left his lap and gave you a look that said, can you believe what she just said? you laughed softly.

they spent the next while quietly laughing, jiwoo insisting she could do it alone, jungwoo pretending to be shocked, and you joining in to encourage her you're so smart baby, just like mommy and jungwoo giving you the side eye

mark

seongmin toddled along beside mark, holding his hand tightly, pointing at everything: a passing dog, the flowers in the garden, leaves fluttering in the wind.

daddy, dog he said excitedly.

yeah that’s a dog, little one mark said, crouching to meet his height. do you want to say hi?

seongmin nodded, and mark lifted him gently so he could pet the dog. nearby, you watched, smiling softly. seongmin then waved at the neighbor’s daughter say hi to the girl, buddy mark say to the youngest, the neighbors daughter who was the same age, and mark chatted casually with the neighbor while tiny laughter and soft barks filled the air.

she is 10 years old? she is twice as old as my son, no way referring to the neighbour chihuahua dog

haechan

haerin! haechan! come put on sunscreen before you go in! you called from the grill, your mother-in-law helping nearby.

honey, didn’t you put sunscreen on her?you scold him lightly, crouching to apply it to haerin’s tiny arms and face.

mommy! don’t scold daddy haerin said, frowning slightly as her face turned white from all the sunscreen. haechan just smiled, watching you fondly.

she's on my side he said, and you turned to apply sunscreen to him as well.

she’s always on your side you said, smiling. haechan closed his eyes while you massaged the lotion in, giving him a small kiss.

yugh haerin groaned, grabbing her floatie and running toward the pool to avoid the hot pavement.

hey! wait for me! he turn around to you one last time i love you, babe, call us when the food’s ready haechan running lightly to keep up, smiling warmly as he watched his daughter squeal and splash.

[jaehyunkent]

argument 🫧 dumb fights with your nct127 boyfriend

taeyong

the fight started because you reminded him again that he needed to rest, and he tensed, snapping i know what i’m doing which made you frown. the words hung heavy in the air, and you both drifted apart without another word, moving around the house like shadows in the same space but not the same world. the quiet hum of the fridge and the faint ticking of the wall clock felt louder than ever in the tension.

later, you find him in the living room, sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at nothing. his shoulders are slightly hunched, his fingers nervously tracing the edge of the cushion. he takes a deep breath, slowly stands, and walks toward you, each step measured as if the floor could betray him. he stops a few inches away, gaze flicking to your eyes, then back down, then back again, like he’s trying to read your emotions.

i didn’t mean to hurt you he murmurs softly. before you can answer, he cups your face with both hands, warm and reassuring, and leans in. the kiss is slow, tender at first, brushing his lips over yours as if apologizing for every harsh word, then deepening, his thumb tracing small circles on your cheek while the other hand slides to your waist. the faint scent of his cologne fills the space, mingling with the subtle smell of the candles you’d lit earlier, grounding you both.

johnny

the fight started over something trivial, but with your period making everything sharper, even small oversights felt massive. he had forgotten to take out the trash despite you reminding him twice.

john, can you take out the trash in five minutes? you asked, voice tight.

yep he replied casually, stirring the coffee slowly, as if nothing mattered.

you both lingered in the kitchen, him busy with fixing the coffee machine, you folding a napkin, the silence stretching between you. then, with that playful, sometimes maddening tone, he said:

baby girl, it’s not a big deal

the words lit a spark in your frustration. you glared, accusing him of not taking you seriously, and he smiled ironically, trying not to break composure. throughout the afternoon, he made small, teasing attempts to get closer: brushing your waist as he passed by, leaning against the counter just a little too close, shooting you glances you pretended not to notice.

later, while folding laundry, he stood in front of you, tilting his head. can we stop being mad? i can take the trash out tomorrow

he didn’t wait for your reply. slowly, deliberately, he stepped closer, cupped your face in his large hands, eyes soft but mischievous, and kissed you. the kiss starts slow, warm, exploring, then grows urgent and hungry, his hand sliding down your back, pulling you flush against him. the smell of coffee and the faint hint of his shampoo mix in the air as he murmurs against your lips don’t stay mad at me, baby before diving back into the kiss, pressing his body closer with every heartbeat.

yuta

the fight began over a jealous misunderstanding. you mentioned an old friend, and normally he masks jealousy with teasing jokes, but this time it slipped through.

he’s an idiot, why do you still hang out with him? he snapped, the air thick with tension. the room went silent until you called him ridiculous and he stormed out, only to return hours later, guilty eyes scanning the room for you.

he didn’t speak much as he came in, just dropped his keys and walked straight toward you, every step quiet but deliberate.

i was an ass he murmured, thumb brushing your jaw like he was checking if you were still his. i trust you… i just his voice cracked slightly. instead of finishing, he leaned in, kissing you slowly, testing, teasing, then urgent, desperate. his hands traced your back, pulling you against him, pressing as if he could erase the gap the fight had made. the warmth of his body, the faint brush of his hair against your neck, the way he whispered your name against your lips—all of it felt like a promise he would never make the same mistake again.

doyoung

why are you so messy, y/n? he asked casually, holding your clothes from the bathroom, tone lighter than the words implied.

seconds after leaving the bathroom, he was already gently scolding you.

what’s your problem? you snapped, snatching the clothes from him, frustration bubbling over his weird obsession with cleaning.

you went out for a bit, came back feeling guilty, and he was watching tv, a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes.

still mad? he asked sarcastically.

i can’t with you you muttered, slamming your things down and heading to the bedroom.

he followed you quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering near yours. slowly, deliberately, he leaned closer, whispering, i didn’t mean to upset you. his lips pressed to yours, slow at first, deliberate, brushing and teasing, then deeper, fingers tracing your jaw, tilting your face, as if making up for every slight, every raised voice. the subtle heat of his body, the soft mattress under you, and the quiet of the night made every second stretch, until the tension of the fight melted into something more intimate.

jaehyun

that night, the argument started over something silly… the remote. he kept switching channels while you were trying to watch the series you shared. your voice rose jeong yunoh! you scold him, with brows furrowed, frustration making you more sharp than usual. jaehyun, calm as ever, smiled and said but i’m watching it too which only annoyed you. his jaw tensed slightly, eyes locked on you, silence stretching, thick and heavy.

you moved toward the kitchen, muttering about how he never listened, and he followed. slowly, deliberately, he spoke:

don’t say that… i do listen

he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, chest pressing to your back, hand gently brushing yours. you tried to step away, still annoyed, but he stayed, chin resting softly on your shoulder. then, gently, he turned you to face him, hands framing your face, eyes soft and attentive.

i don’t like fighting with you… especially over nothing he murmured, gaze warm. without waiting, he kissed you, slow and exploratory, then deeper, lips parting, tongue brushing, hands sliding to your hips. the soft hums escaping him, the faint scent of his cologne, the warmth of his chest pressed to yours—all of it grounding you in a moment full of apology, desire, and tenderness.

jungwoo

the fight started because he came home late without warning. his sister minah had stopped by, and you only said he’ll be here soon with a small smile, but the afternoon passed and you cooked together, with her shared stories, and she left him a note from his mom—yet he seemed oblivious. when he walked in, instead of an apology, he muttered something nervous, half-excuse, half-joke.

i’m home! he said, voice uneven. you turned away, crossing your arms, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

your sister was waiting, i texted you… didn’t you read it?

he spent the rest of the night following you around like a puppy, trying to make you smile, offering small touches and playful nudges, but you kept your distance.

around midnight, as you reached to turn off the bedroom light, he quietly approached the bed. i don’t like it when you’re mad at me… he said, voice soft, eyes wide and guilty. he knelt beside you, taking your hand gently in his, pressing his forehead to yours. he kissed your temple, then the bridge of your nose, finally brushing his lips to yours. soft at first, coaxing, then gradually more urgent as your fingers tangled in his shirt. i’ll make it up to you… i just had to check something for my manager, you understand me, right? he whispered against your lips, his warmth surrounding you, steady and sincere.

mark

the fight had been simmering for weeks—you felt him drifting, even at home, mind elsewhere. mark never raised his voice much, but that day, you told him you felt disconnected, unsure if it was the routine or him. his face fell, hurt and surprised, baby it’s not like that… it’s just… work and all that stuff he murmured, trying to explain exhaustion and stress. yet the room felt heavy, the air thick with unspoken tension.

he retreated to the studio, headphones on, pretending to work, but really thinking of how something so small had made both of you hurt. after a while, he emerged silently, walking to you. no dramatic speeches, just quietly pressing his forehead to yours, breathing deeply as if letting go of the weight of the day.

baby i’m so sorry he whispered. then, without asking, his hands found your waist, pulling you close, lips brushing against yours first softly, then more insistently, deeper. his thumb traced circles along your back, anchoring himself to you, his breath warm on your skin. the hum of the apartment, the subtle scent of his cologne mixed with your perfume, the night quiet outside—it all made the moment intimate, grounding. i love you he murmured again, and you could feel the honesty in every word, in every press of his lips, in the gentle hold of his hands.

haechan

his playful personality sometimes crossed lines, especially when he joked about private things in front of others. at dinner, he teased about how long you take to get ready. everyone laughed, you smiled out of politeness, but inside it stung. at home, you calmly told him it bothered you, and he awkwardly tried to joke it off. the tension thickened. you left for the bedroom, door closing softly, a sound heavier than a slam.

twenty minutes passed. cautious footsteps approached the door, then two soft knocks.

can i come in…? his voice smaller than usual.

no, you can't you said, but he entered anyway, like a scolded kitten, sitting beside you unsure how to act, knowing this time the joke had hurt.

pretty princess, still mad? he asked, gently pinching your cheek. you laughed softly without looking, his unusually sweet approach melting your frustration.

sweetheart, forgive me? his voice extra tender, eyes hopeful. he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours, soft kisses following on cheeks and forehead, finally resting on your lips. the kiss started playful, teasing, then grew warmer, hungrier, as his hands framed your face and your fingers tangled in his hair. every brush of lips, every sigh, every tiny laugh and whispered apology wrapped you both in a bubble of intimacy and love, dissolving the tension of earlier.

[jaehyunkent]

after hours 🫧 your nct127 boyfriend is drunk

taeyong

he tries to be the calm in the storm, even though he’s already had more drinks than anyone else, carrying himself with that effortless good drinker aura.

he’s sitting with one arm loosely around your waist, his fingers occasionally brushing along your hip. he smirks when you tease him about his serious drunk face, dry as always

i don’t get drunk easily he says, voice raised just enough to be playful, and you nod with a tiny smile before the others start teasing him. when the chatter gets too loud, he leans into you, resting his chin lightly on your head, his touch steady and soothing. he subtly adjusts you on the bench, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, completely natural.

johnny

he’s everywhere, loud and playful, telling stories with exaggerated gestures and impressions alongside mark.

yet he never loses sight of you, always glancing back to make sure you’re watching, laughing, or reacting.

right baby, you remember that don't ya? while telling that time when you, mark and him got lost in los angeles

when he returns to his spot, his arm stays casually around your shoulders, fingers drumming lightly as he leans into your space. between laughs, he presses quick, teasing kisses to your cheek. as the group gets rowdier, he subtly includes you in the jokes, nudging you, whispering something only you hear, a tiny mischievous sparkle in his eyes. his energy is messy but magnetic, pulling you into the fun without forcing you.

yuta

he lifts the mood without saying much, moving with an easy confidence. he sneaks a sip from your drink without asking. leaving his hand resting casually on your knee like it belongs there. when the group shifts tables, he guides you with a light hand on your back, murmuring a quiet joke only for you bet jungwoo is drunk after the first sip

he plays a quick round of darts, laughs as he bumps foreheads with you, and when the music swells he quietly drapes his jacket over your shoulders.

here like it’s nothing. a quick kiss on the corner of your lips, and he’s back in the mix, effortless, blending into the night while still making you feel seen and cared for.

doyoung

he stays attentive but never overbearing, scanning the group to notice who’s about to get drunk first and teasing them subtly. babe look at jaehyun pointing at him and his red ears.

between laughs and chatter, he always finds time to check on you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear or resting his hand lightly on your back. when someone tells a joke.

he gives you a soft, warm glance and asks if you want a snack from the menu, completely tuned in. if he sees you getting tired or thirsty, there’s already a bottle of water in your hand before you even think to ask. his presence is calm, comforting, a quiet thread of care woven through the noisy evening.

jaehyun

your secrets moments in a crowded room. you’re tucked in a corner of the table, hands intertwined under the table, barely speaking, just laughing quietly at the jokes around you. his cheeks and ears are flushed, but he doesn’t hesitate to refill your drink when they top off his own.

when doyoung casually asks how you two see yourselves in five years, jaehyun chuckles thoughtfully, half to himself, half in amusement why am i thinking this so much?

you tease him, someone here is drunk you say, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his head playfully and he just smirks. nonchalant yet entirely focused on you under the table. he laughs quietly at little things, fingers squeezing yours lightly as he leans into the comfort of your closeness.

jungwoo

he swore he wouldn’t drink, but you and haechan convinced him.

after just one beer, his eyes light up, and haechan immediately points it out, making everyone notice aye jungwoo hyung

no, i’m fine, really jungwoo protests, waving his hands, but his playful grin gives him away. you pinch his cheek gently, giggling. cutie you whisper.

baby, tell ‘em! tell ‘em i’m not drunk! he leans back into you, trying to argue while clearly affected, his laughter spilling out, soft and uncontrolled, his movements slow but deliberate as he clings to the comfort you offer.

mark

he leans back against you, arm casually slung over your shoulder, hand drifting to your thigh every few seconds. he laughs at jaehyun’s jokes, but his attention always returns to you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple when the group gets louder.

dude, i seriously can’t keep drinking he murmurs, laughing at himself and how easily he’s tipsy tonight. his energy is calm but present, playful without being demanding, letting the moment flow around both of you while staying anchored to your side.

haechan

he gets super clingy and romantic, leaning into you with exaggerated affection. before heading to the restroom, he kisses your neck, then softly kisses your hand like a princess, all under the watchful eyes of the group, who quietly take it in.

when he comes back, he wants nothing more than a proper hug, almost trying to climb into your lap.

miss, can you hug me properly? he pouts, wrapping himself around you, sighing softly as if nothing else matters in the room, completely focused on your warmth.

[jaehyunkent]

but at least i have the memory 🫧 missing your military husband jaehyun

the last time you saw him was when you two and his friends were invited to that wedding of his stylist, which was almost like three weeks ago.

missing jaehyun while he’s away for military service is something you feel in your bones, especially at night when you’re lying in bed with nothing but the weight of the memories you keep replaying.

the clearest one is the last time he had you. his body caging yours in, his chest pressed to yours, that warmth and weight pinning you perfectly under him.

tonight you’re sprawled on the same sheets, staring at his side of the bed he used to fight with you for, wearing nothing but your silk pajama dress, fingers trailing over your stomach before sinking between your legs, already wet just from remembering how he looked above you, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, eyes locked on yours and dark like he couldn’t get enough.

you spread your legs the way he likes, knees bent and feet planted on the bed, pretending it’s him between them, the stretch of his cock filling you in one deep push, your free hand grabs at the pillow beside your head like you would grab at his shoulders.

but then something stops you, and your phone rings just in time from the night stand, mark who wants to watch that stupid new movie with you. as you roll eyes making your way to the cinema.

you’ve been counting down to this day for weeks — his short visit, just a few hours outside before he has to go back — and the moment you see him walking toward you in his uniform, cap low over his eyes, you feel your chest tighten, the smile on his face is as soft as you remember, baby the hug you share is too long for public, his arms locked tight around you, the weight of his body pressing you into him, and when he pulls back to kiss you, it’s as romantic as his usual

but the drive to the apartment is silent except for his hand resting high on your thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles, his eyes flicking to you every few seconds like he can’t decide whether to pull over and take you right there.

as soon as the door closes behind you he’s on you, pushing you against it, mouth hot and rough on yours, his hands already tugging your clothes away, muttering can’t waste a single second between kisses.

he doesn’t bother with slow — your back hits the mattress and he’s stripping fast, the uniform pooling on the floor, he climbs over you, kissing you deep as he pushes inside in one long thrust that has your nails digging into his shoulders, the stretch sharp but perfect after more than a month without him, he groans low, forehead pressed to yours, his hips start moving immediately, hard and deep, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the big room.

fuck, i missed this his voice is raw, each word punctuated by another thrust that has your breath hitching. his pace never falters, like every second is worth a month apart, your hands cling to him, the friction unbearable in the best way.

your body tensing as you cum around him, your walls clenching hard enough to make him groan your name against your ear, his thrusts turning erratic before he buries himself deep, spilling inside you in hot, heavy pulses, his hips grinding to push it deeper, his breath ragged, his hand cupping your cheek as he kisses you gonna think about this every night until i’m back for good.

he slips into bed beside you, pulling you against his chest, the warmth of his skin grounding you, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

im sorry and he smiles softly, his lips press against your temple, lingering there, you can hear his heartbeat under your ear, steady and strong, his thumb stroking your arm until your breathing matches his, and for a moment, the months apart feel like they never happened. i just had this vision with you since the wedding day, that dress was pretty as hell, too bad the hours went faster. as he kisses you over and over, trying not to forget the taste of your lips.

i'll make love to you next time, i promise sweetheart

🍎 GUYS IM MISSING MY YUNO PLS DONT GO TO WAR 💔

[jaehyunkent]

continuing with jaehyun who lets you ride him.

one of his favorite positions for sure is reverse cowgirl, he loves the view too much. the way your back arches and your hips roll slow at first, teasing him while his cock twitches inside you.

he’s afraid he might get way too lost in the way your ass bounces with every drop down onto him, completely addicted to watching the movement and the way your skin trembles each time you take him deeper. his gaze heavy and lazy but burning at the same time, his breathing uneven just from looking at you.

after a while when your thighs start to burn and you naturally slow down, the sound of your soft moans mixing with shallow breaths, as you end up just grinding against him, searching for friction with minimal effort.

his hands stay behind his head, refusing to help you, only letting you put on the show for him while that smug lazy smile spreads across his face, his eyes following every drag and lift of your body, seeing you so messed up makes his cock throb even harder, your hair sticking to the back of your neck, sweat tracing down your spine as you chase that one last movement that will finally push you over the edge.

he lets out small low-pitched grunts, deep and almost like a growl.

keep going hun, just like that the only thing he manages to say before watching you completely fall apart, your body shaking as high-pitched moans spill out of you, your movements slowing but becoming desperate, needy, fucking yourself on his cock that’s already spilling cum inside you until it leaks with every bounce, smearing over your ass and dripping down onto his low stomach, staining half his happy trail, even without seeing your face he knows you’re a wreck, your eyes rolled back, lips parted, mumbling incoherent little praises

so good… its so g-good barely leaving your mouth as your body keeps twitching around him, and he just lays there, letting you use him, savoring every second of it.

[jaehyunkent]

bed time 🫧 nct127 at bedtime

taeyong

after a long long day he finally arrives, hair sweaty and clothes smelling like outside, but he makes the effort to shower quickly, get dressed, and dry his hair, he lets himself fall on the bed with messy hair and barely open eyes, so you cover him up to his neck, but when you’re both under the same blanket he gets startled because your cold feet touch his.

is your blood flowing properly? he asks without even opening his eyes

then he starts talking about anything really, random thoughts spilling out softly, until the soft light from the bathroom bothers him, so he gets up to turn it off but almost falls because of the sneakers you left in the middle of the floor

hey?! why you leave your shoes here? he says in an almost angry tone as he rubs his pinky toe grumpily.

you laugh and remind him to be careful, then he grumbles but smiles and comes back to bed, pulling you close.

johnny

he goes to the bathroom, washes his teeth and comes out with his face still a bit wet, enters the room with a glass of water for you.

if you’re thirsty he simply says as he takes a sip from the same

you’re sending one last message but he’s already nudged your legs to the side to make space for himself.

once in bed he lays on his back and invites you to rest your head on his arm as always

he watches a couple videos with you, laughing before they even start because he already knows the joke

he's gonna fall

and when the lights go off, he murmurs

good night pretty girl

in the middle of the night if you get uncovered, he throws the blanket over you without opening his eyes.

yuta

yuta always starts the night turning everything off except a warm light in the living room.

he steps out to the balcony for a moment to check the weather and always says something like

it’s definitely gonna rain tomorrow

he walks to the kitchen and prepares a small snack, sometimes a banana or some cereal with no milk, and offers it to you even if he said i’m really not that hungry tho

while eating, he lies down next to you for a few minutes, talking about anything from an old memory to some gossip from the day.

doyoung

he does a quick round around the house, turning off lights, closing windows, checking the door

you didn’t lock the front door he says lazily, barefoot, walking around the apartment.

once he finally arrives in the room he starts picking the room freshener that matches the vibe best

and when you come out of the bathroom he’s staring at his hair in the full-length mirror, checking if his perm was really well-done

what’s that smell? you ask curiously,

huh? what that mean? it’s musk and yuzu he answers, his hands still running through his hair.

jaehyun

around midnight jaehyun is just getting out of the shower, that clean scent and still damp hair with a towel on his shoulder

he comes out and asks

did you set the alarm?

if you say no, he sets it himself without saying a word

he keeps pacing around the room, probably getting dressed and putting on lotion, but you’re too sleepy to decipher

he sits next to the bed to send one last message before putting his phone aside

are you sleeping, honey? he asks deep voiced watching you for several minutes to check if you’re lying.

if you are, he gently pinches your cheek before turning off the light.

Jungwoo

you’ve been waiting for jungwoo for a while now, when you finally see him enter wearing pajamas of whichever character he felt like that day

sorry he says while taking his shoes off, and when you make a come here gesture he just jumps to you

what were you doing? you ask, hugging him as he softly slips under the covers.

drinking water… also i found the vitamin gummies, i forgot i hid them a while ago at the very back of the fridge he chuckles with eyes closed already

you start petting him and he slowly begins to snore on your chest.

mark

in bed he always asks you random questions right when you’re about to fall asleep.

if you could teleport right now, where would you go?

i don’t know you simply say without even thinking a minute

i’d 100% go to new york he answers himself, he's always like that and you love it

sometimes he talks about some theory he came up with about the new marvel movie until suddenly… he’s asleep.

if you move, he mumbles something unintelligible and hugs you tighter.

haechan

the light from his phone screen starts to annoy you little by little, he’s not even paying attention to you while playing something and cursing when he loses.

can you please put your phone down?you ask him slightly irritated but you know he never ever does what anyone tells him.

donghyuck you finally pull his phone out of his hands

but he just smirks and tangles his legs with yours.

why are you so mean baby? fake pouting as if he didn’t love teasing you on purpose.

[jaehyunkent]

owner of the house 🫧 nct127 as your long-time boyfriend when your sibling brings their new boyfriend home.

taeyong

it’s sunday and the backyard is full of chatter and laughter, the smell of chicken on the grill and the pool glistening in the sun. during lunch, he notices your little nephew dropped his napkin, so he quietly fixes it and cuts him a small piece of chicken. after eating, he pulls a polaroid camera from his bag, taking snapshots of everyone, handing the camera to your mom.

then you press this one button… over here~ he says, guiding her fingers.

your sister’s new boyfriend watches from across the table, still memorizing names.

what’s your name again? taeyong asks, leaning toward him with genuine interest, the camera still in your mom hands as they both look at her.

johnny

the backyard smells like charcoal and lemon, the clinking of glasses mixing with quiet conversation. your dad asks johnny to help move a heavy table, and he does it with ease, the legs scraping softly over the stone floor. your sister’s new boyfriend watches, slightly impressed, but johnny’s eyes are only on you—sending you a quick, flirty smile while you keep stirring the lemonade.

later, he’s by the grill next to your dad, casually flipping steaks and asking about the best cuts. they laugh over something only they understand. he tears off a small piece of meat and offers it to you first.

good? he asks, studying your face.

it’s perfect you smile, and he goes back to the grill like he’s done this every sunday.

yuta

you walk over with a tray of drinks, setting one in front of yuta. he lifts it with a smile.

in japanese, we say ‘kanpai’ he says, raising it toward your brother-in-law across the table. they clink glasses, and you feel yuta’s arm slide around your waist.

who made this? it’s kinda strong he says after a sip, the alcohol catching in his throat. when the new guy admits it was him, yuta’s smile softens.

what did you use? he asks, eyes wide with genuine curiosity, and just like that, a small conversation starts between them.

doyoung

in the kitchen, doyoung stands next to your mom, tasting her stew.

needs a bit more pepper, right? he asks, handing you the spoon.

i think only a tiny bit you answer tasting properly as your mom and doyoung expect you to your opinion.

he knows everyone by name, even asks about a cousin who lives out of town. halfway through adding more seasoning, and catching up with the latest update of the gossip only you know about this uncle and his wife and freezes.

he asked for divorce?! he says, gasping and wide-eyed, making you and your mom laugh as he covers his opened mouth by surprise.

the new guy steps in with a shy hi and doyoung immediately asks for his opinion on the stew before turning back to joke with you and your mom like nothing happened but including him now and then.

jaehyun

he shows up (as always) with two bouquets—one soft pink for you, another for your mom, who smiles as she puts it in a vase. the long table outside is buzzing with talk; your dad’s in the middle of a story about his old soccer days. jaehyun sits between him and your sister’s new boyfriend, adding in comments here and there. you’re in the kitchen, balancing the mango dessert you made this morning.

jae, can you grab the knife? you nearly made it to the table

yes ma’am he says in a mock-military tone as he gets up

bring the one for cake! you call after him.

may i help with something? the new guy offers.

mmm, can you bring the disposable plates? they’re next to the fridge you smile.

you turn just in time to see jaehyun coming back, talking to your brother-in-law about how he was rooting for lemon cheesecake instead.

jungwoo

jungwoo walks in and goes straight to your mom like a puppy for a hug before offering to set the patio table. as he’s placing plates, he tells you a story about something that happened on the way.

your dog still doesn’t like me, he bite me again he says.

i think he just doesn’t like anyone new your brother-in-law adds from across the table.

see!? jungwoo laughs, pointing at him.

over lunch, he slips in little jokes and even does spot-on impressions of you and your brother-in-law laugh sounds making everyone laugh—including the new guy, who’s finally starting to relax.

mark

as soon as you arrived mark’s sunk into the big couch with your brother, both of them playing video games while waiting for food. halfway through a match, your sister arrives with her boyfriend and mark shouts, bro, nooo! when he loses. he passes the controller over.

know how to play call of duty? he asks, getting a small nod.

he’s called to the table and points the bathroom out to the new guy without even looking

down the hall moving through the house like it’s his own. once you’re all seated, he twirls his fork in the pasta and says

this pasta is my absolute favourite sending you a small smile.

haechan

haechan arrives with a bag of candy, handing it out to your little cousins like he’s hosting a giveaway.

kinder delice is better than kinder bueno, to be honest he tells the youngest, who stubbornly clutches his kinder bueno.

he greets your mom with a kiss on the cheek, spends a few minutes chatting with your aunt, then finds you just to tease:

your blouse look like a lettuce and you roll eyes at him as always

at the table, he’s unstoppable with the jokes—some aimed at you—until your mom lightly scolds him, laughing as haechan makes a moaning sound to your moms playfully give him a smack. when your aunt says she wants a photo, he starts moving people into place, casually pulling the new guy into the group with an arm over his shoulders, as if he’s been here for years

[jaehyunkent]

evenings 🫧 domestic jaehyun

domestic!jaehyun who plays music on boring evenings while sitting on the floor folding laundry, the vinyl player filling the room with jazzy background sounds as you chat, you answering from the kitchen as you wash the dishes after dinner.

domestic!jaehyun who keeps everything in place and minimalistic, simply liking the apartment to feel cosy and warmly lit.

domestic!jaehyun who stares at you a lot when you’re focused on something, and if you catch him and give him a “??” almost angry face, he just smiles and says 'nothing' with one of his usual flirty smiles.

domestic!jaehyun who keeps breakfast simple, usually putting on some tiny desk concerts videos on his macbook while eating cereal, but he picks fresh fruit instead because the cereal you picked this week is too sweet for him.

domestic!jaehyun who, when night arrives, adjusts the blanket on the sofa and gestures for you to sit next to him. on the tv, culinary class wars is already set up, (he had to put his glasses on to actually figure out the sinopsis) and he looks genuinely excited as if it’s the highlight of his day. halfway through the episode, he gets up to bring snacks, returning with a bowl of popcorn and a bottle of water for you both, but instead of handing it normally, he places it on your lap with a hold this before sitting down, as if you’re his personal assistant.

domestic!jaehyun who says hey… don’t sleep yet, the elimination’s coming but ends up being the first to fall asleep. the tv keeps playing the next episode, and you end up half-leaning on him, his loose arms around you and his slow breathing. on screen, the chefs keep shouting… but on the sofa, everything is silent and warm.

domestic!jaehyun who always leaves his cap on any flat surface in the house and later when he's going out to dance practices asks if you’ve seen it, even though he’s the one who put it there.

domestic!jaehyun who, at bedtime, room all dark and silent starts sentences with you know what’s funny? and then tells you something probably only he finds funny, like that time you mispronounced a word in korean but you laugh anyway because his old-man laugh is contagious.

domestic!jaehyun who, while cooking, moves dramatically to the side when you walk past him, singing chef coming through~ even if you’re the one actually cooking and he’s just making watermelon mocktails he just saw on tiktok.

domestic!jaehyun who sends you texts from another room saying things like can you bring me a blanket? instead of just saying it out loud. but just to tease you.

[jaehyunkent]

5 ⭐️ hotel room 🫧 jaehyun jeong

thinking about Jaehyun fucking you in every hotel room you’ve ever stayed in together.

it was a beautiful day in Milan, bright sun, warm but not too hot. You and Jaehyun had just arrived at the hotel, a little before noon.

smells good Jaehyun smiled as you both stepped inside the room. The king sized bed was neatly made with crisp sheets, the window wide open letting the sunlight pour in. The remote controls were perfectly placed on the nightstand, next to a musk-scented candle and a few extras. A big sofá and spacious living room on the other side of the room.

it’s comfy you said, already jumping onto the bed and messing up its perfect look. Jaehyun just chuckled, closing the door behind him, setting the suitcases down, and slipping off his jacket before joining you.

this is nice he added, one arm resting by your side as he slowly turned to face you.

It is you replied, eyes wandering as you scanned the room.

bed's comfy too Jaehyun said, getting up just to place his phone and keys on the nightstand before coming back to you.

you were already watching him, so when he laid down again, you immediately leaned in to kiss him. It started soft until Jaehyun rolled you beneath him, his hands pressing against your back, pulling you closer.

now you were under him, your legs wrapped around his waist, your hips grinding gently against his bulge with each kiss. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing firmly every now and then. The room was silent except for your quiet gasps and the sound of lips meeting over and over.

then Jaehyun’s phone rang loudly buzzing against the nightstand.

he made a quick “shh” gesture, answering without even getting up, just stretching his arm to grab it.

yeah? … Oh, sure. 2 pm is fine. got it.

he ended the call without looking away from you, your body still perched on his lap.

gotta be quick, we need to get ready he murmured just for you, before kissing you again, his hands already undoing the straps of your floral dress. No bra, just violet panties. No more words just his touch, as if your body belonged entirely to him.

[rxnyngs]

mark hard thoughts & nsfw links

thinking of how phone sex with mark consists of him choking back whines and moans because he’s so desperate it’s humiliating. your loser boyfriend sounding absolutely pathetic on the other side of the line— stroking his cock to your voice in his dimly lit room while wearing his white tee.

link 1 — moaning audio

link 2 — mark sending you a video of him beating his pretty dick

[haechaninmyheart]

five minutes ♡ jaehyun

summary: mr jung only has five minutes until his next meeting, so wether or not you cum, he’s leaving.

warnings: fingering, degrading, edging

MDNI/18+ CONTENT AHEAD

“five minutes.” jaehyun states in a low voice as he glances at his watch. “i’ll give you five minutes.”

you nearly cry. five minutes?! that definitely wasn’t long enough to finger you to an orgasm and jaehyun notices the look in your eyes. he’s tall enough to tower over you and that alone is enough to dampen the fabric of your underwear.

“what’s wrong?” he asks in a mocking tone, his hand moving up and pushes the fabric of your skirt up with it too. he then traces the white lace fabric. “oh, this is very nice.” he compliments, knowing damn too well he was the one to buy this for you. 

when his finger tips graze over your entrance, you let out a harsh grasp at the lack of heat and you grip onto his arm. his hands are cold, very cold and so his gold band in comparison to your pussy. 

jaehyun smirks, an eye brow raised at you. “hmm?” 

“your… your fingers-” you are cut off with jaehyun digits rubbing your folds and you buck you hips towards, an action of encouragement despite how icy his touch was. 

just as you were getting used to his cold digits, he removes his hands from your underwear and that makes you whine. where five minutes up so soon?

“suck.” he holds up his fingers to your mouth and you immediately take the tips of them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, sucking them, whilst maintain eye contact with jaehyun. 

satisfied, he removes his fingers and you whine. 

“pathetic little cumslut.” he speaks in a degrading tone whilst shoving his hand back into your underwear, parting your folds before plunging his fingers inside. he’s still cold, somehow but you remember the time restraint you have on this activity before he has to leave for yet another meeting.

you begin grinding against him, gaining some friction from his palm which makes you whimper and jaehyun just watches you with amusement in his eyes. you speed up your actions, your whimpers and moans growing louder as you fuck yourself on his hand like his pathetic little cumslut. 

so close. you’re so damn close. the way you legs shake as you try to stay standing up, the way your face twists in pleasure, eyebrows knitted and the way you had begun chanting his name as he slowly begins to take over. his fingers aggressively fingering your dripping cunt and making your jaw go slack, in a quiet moan. so close. you’re so damn c-

“time’s up.” jaehyun removes his hand from out your underwear and you let out the most neediest whine as you try to reach out for his arm. you were so damn fucking close. he retrieves a tissue from his desk, wiping your spit and juicy off his fingers as you lean against the wall of his large office. “i have a meeting to attend.” he states as he reaches for the door, his calm and professional persona having returned as if he wasn’t finger fucking the soul of you only moments ago.

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